I dream I'm being taken somewhere I don't remember
What is this place? Filled with rotting, murky smells?
Corpses crying in heaps of sadness.
Now I see, I've been here before.
Nightmares brought me, cold with fear
This is the borderline, the place where history is born
the melting pot where humans turn into angels or demons
you see them on TV in gasps of screams and actions
Yes, the scandal is afoot: We are making history once again
dripping blood all over, our hearts pierced with disbelief
in fear we're dragging our feet into the gory present
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